Esperando

It has been really hot in Oaxaca and everyone is waiting for rain.
My good friend Henry Wangeman of Amate Books writes this:

"There was a wall of clouds yesterday that blew a tremendous wind through the Jacaranda trees. They sounded like an ocean storm swirling and thrashing with a most beautiful applause. I love that sound: the trees applauding for rain. If you clap the rain will come. Just imagine the friction millions of leaves rubbing together create. Perhaps they charge the lightning bolts so the thunder can release the rain. Gusts of wind made the roof tiles creak and the walls stretch. The clouds were ominous with their massive grey monotone color like a blanket posed to cover us in darkness. I thought hale, perhaps half a foot. And roofs being blown off and flying through the air like Frisbees. It made me feel alive with excitement, expectation, and respect. I didn't get what I expected. We received enough rain to wet the ground and only a few dead branches littered the ground. But it is a beginning. Things are dry. We are all hopeful that we will soon get a few advanced storms announcing the rain is on the way."